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listen the night is dark |
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though it's amazing how much light |
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pretends otherwise, the stars could be hidden by clouds |
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we are alone, there is no silence |
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the night engages with a full choir |
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of possibilities |
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and so it must be |
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I do not plan clouds to obliterate the stars |
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but anyone can see night is the order of the day |
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the business of light all around us |
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cannot postpone |
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the eventual darkness that must be |
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the occurrence of sound stitches us into the solitude |
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of togetherness |
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and so it must be |
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I do not plan clouds to obliterate the stars |
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but anyone can see night is the order of the day |
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and so it must be |
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listen to all the music of the spheres |
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grinding and dreaming of collision |
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and you know the ultimate of silence |
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night proposes the supremacy of the sun |
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even the earth believes |
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there is music in that |
